Motorhome

The current existential crisis continues with yet another day filled with doubt and pessimism. My total commute time to town was about two hours. During the leg of the trip on the bus, I once again contemplated the option of going homeless. I am paying rent to reside in a place that I only sleep, do laundry chores, shave, clean my teeth, and recharge my technology gadgets. I may spend an hour or so on the Net. Showering and other necessary functions are performed at the gym or public venues. So, I am physically in Waimanalo no more than eleven hours per day.

Commuting now comprises a huge chunk of time during the day. Total commute time has been calculated to be four hours and forty minutes per day minimum. On average, five hours is the best estimate. Thus, not much can be dutifully accomplished. Will homelessness solve the problem? I really don't know. Of course, I am approaching homelessness from the standpoint of acquiring a utility vehicle that is suitable to be converted to a makeshift motorhome. The only real obstacle is locating a safe place to park the motorhome without raising any suspicion from outsiders.

Why has it come to this? Obviously, I cannot remain in Waimanalo indefinitely. The location is too inconvenient for my retired monastic life-style. Unfortunately, rental housing in Honolulu proper is outrageously expensive. I really cannot bring myself to rent a small room (i.e., 200 square-feet average) for $1,000+ per month and be required to share a bathroom (and common areas) with other tenants. As insane as that sounds, many people simply "bite the bullet" and pay that much money to live in such total squalor. Living conditions with other tenants, of course, is often intolerable. Lots of stupidity. I have lived through my fair share of that "bullshit." I have "paid my dues" already.

I have discussed the many issues of money in the "blog" over the years. My financial situation is not optimum. In fact, I cannot ascertain when my financial resources will be depleted. However, I do not wish to spend money carelessly or foolishly. I have to postpone official retirement for another six years in order to not jeopardize my health insurance entitlement. So, I won't have any outside income until then. I must juggle my finances in order to maintain "balance." The whole situation is a "can of worms," not due to bad planning but the inability to foresee the devolved global economic farce that is now permanently in place. I can safely state that each passing day increases the temptation to "go homicidal."

Over the course of the day, I attempted to envision myself as a homeless guy in a variety of scenarios. The most plausible one found me living out of a luxury minivan. Who am I kidding? Would I even be able to survive longer than a few days before longing for even a coffin-like rental unit? Homelessness is not for the weak or the pampered. The life-style is rough and often fraught with danger. So, what's left? I have run out of options.

Another day in pseudo-paradise. I followed the usual agenda and itinerary, stopping short of fulfilling the usual evening outing in Kahala. Instead, I shuttled myself around Hawai'i Kai and Aina Haina by bus. I was just not in the mood to go to Kahala. The whole rental housing situation has made me ill. I really need to pull myself together and prepare for homelessness. Sheesh!